Jul 12, 2019 21:35:36 GMT -5
Rockshade
JungleClan ∙ Warrior ∙ Tom ∙ 24 Moons
Appearance
Description sentence:
A lean brown tabby with lime green eyes.
Appearance:
Rockshade is a medium-sized tabby tom with short brown fur, black markings, green eyes and a white muzzle. His ears are constantly perked up as if he were trying to hear something and some say he never folds them. He houses a muscular frame under his pelt, though he isn't the heaviest. He is a rather plain-looking tom for the most part, but he uses this to his advantage as he would rather not stand out. The marks underneath his eyes look like streams of tears. Rockshade's voice is always clear and his words concise whenever he decides to speak.
Personality
Positive Traits: • Unassuming • Collected • Assertive | Negative Traits: • Arrogant •Lazy •Crass |
Personality:
Rockshade is an unassuming individual who tends not to stand out in a crowd. He has no stories of grandeur or tales of past victories. In fact, he's more known in JungleClan for avoiding danger altogether. Rockshade had always had a precocious affinity for taking the safest path and never participated in any activity that could get him in trouble. Even though he's a bit of a bore, it's clear to everybody that the simple tom enjoys lounging around camp, staring at the clouds, and sleeping. He gets along well enough with his Clanmates but isn't particularly close with any of them--mostly because of the odd questions he throws their way combined with his crass manner of speech. Even though he can come off a bit rude at times, Rockshade has no real enemies within the Clan. He seems like a cat that just prefers to be alone and who wants to go through life easily. The lazy cat often professes his reluctance to hunt despite his apparent skill for it. He also has displayed a resentment towards apprentices and other younger cats because he finds them annoying. Rockshade could never see himself having kits but is a bit flirtatious.
Rockshade truly comes into his own during patrols. When on duty, older warriors describe him as a natural leader who remains calm and collected in the face of great danger, who never lets emotion get the better of him. Rockshade adapts to new challenges quickly and becomes more assertive when assigned an objective, although he still maintains his impolite mannerisms. His mentor noted especially his understanding of his clanmates and their capabilities as an indispensable boon. Rockshade's spatial awareness is such that those who join his patrols think he has eyes in the back of his head. Rockshade often approaches arrogance with how he handles himself and other cats, always believing his way is the right way because he has never put his clanmates in any peril that they weren't prepared for. Despite his inflexibility, he is an extremely effective strategist and someone who cares very much about the safety of the cats he's with outside of camp.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • Focus • Healing • Tracking | Weaknesses: • Jumping • Swimming • Climbing |
Combat:
• Defense: 12 (10+2)
• Attack: 1d20+2
Character Background
History:
Most of Rockshade's litter were dead by the end of his apprentice days. Death was altogether unavoidable on the island. There were countless ways to expire when you were surrounded by enemies, physical or otherwise. Two of his sisters died of a chest infection when they were kits. One brother lost himself just outside of Clan territory, only to be found the next morning half-eaten. And still another brother drifted too far downstream and was ripped apart by an alligator. Rockshade was subdued and silent whenever tragedy struck his family. "He doesn't care about his own siblings?" they'd gossip in low mews. "He doesn't feel anything. Something's not right with that one!"
A few cats knew he'd suffered a concussion as a kit. However, Rockshade hoped his beliefs and morals were of his own accord and not the result of an accident. Rockshade never had any time to grieve. He would only ever move forward--always forward. The tabby thought it was normal to move past misfortune with more knowledge than you had before. Every rock in the road was a learning opportunity. He would greet his kin in StarClan upon his death. Until then, he would live life to the fullest. When Rockshade was an apprentice he would often follow up bad news by asking what the contents of his next training session was. He'd get into fights for asking what he assumed was an innocuous question.
In his apprentice days, Rockshade ceaselessly annoyed his mentor by going off on his own. Sometimes he'd return with a few scrapes and bruises, but eventually he started coming back with prey. He was good at getting in the head of the animals he hunted. Although, he never really gave the impression that he enjoyed it very much. Every warrior who went on a patrol with him noted his snappy nature as something that needed correcting, but he excelled in nearly every other aspect of warrior life. While his fighting was mediocre, and he was decent at hunting, his real boon was reported to be his coolness under extreme circumstances. At least three warriors reported to Toucanstar that Rockshade should immediately begin organizing patrols on his own whenever he ascended to the next rank.
Now 24 moons old, the young warrior intrinsically understands JungleClan's borders and the predators that inhabit them. He doesn't have many friends due to his aloof nature, but he doesn't need friends as long as he has their respect. Rockshade's desire to protect the cats of the forest was not born out of any brainwashing or tragedy. Rather, it is Rockshade's own sense of justice that compels him to do so.
